They call me Hektik   Cause the way the pain is interjected   You talk shit you gonna regret it   Fuck it, you said it   Watch your mouth fool   I'm on the move   Time to play   For words you say    One level of pain on display   Bitch back off   Too late your bitch is spread out, you jack off   Keepin you wishing that you was dead off   The planet   Can't understand it? Let me explain   All that shit you talked drove me insane   But my brain swells, my ears bleed    And all the bad level of attack is underrated, remember that   Head's get cracked with baseball bats   I love the sound it makes when it pings   I even love it when my ears ring   Stomp on suckers in a second   Leave you with no sign of recollection   Rearrange your whole memory section   Disease, infection, over night I die slowly   Covered in corn stalks, protected by the oak trees   Freeze muthafuckas   Get your hands in the air muthafuckas   This ain't a game   I don't talk shit I slit necks just because   Catchin' the buzz   And keeping a look out for the fuzz   If I get hit by the cops I'm goin' out like Val Kilmer   Heat the whole squad, droppin the bomb then watch em simmer   Pain is a beautiful thang it makes my spine shiver   Murder for hire, better believe I deliver      (Chorus x2)   If you think somebody's dissin you they probably are   So far all I been hearin is player hatin (Oh yeah)      Moving with the speed of the robot sonic exhaust   Chronic fumes, fuel, gin, and tonic   Half of the world is corrupt and alive   Other half is depressed and they want to die   I.S.I.   Why ask why?    Realize there's a killer in your face    Look him in his eyes   Before your body dies   I'ma grab your soul straight up out your chest   Put it in my black glass jar    With all the rest   Of the competition   Pack rhymes with precision   Eliminating adversaries    And all of our divisions are cuttin like an incision   While other suckers is missin    With enough cheese for 3 niggas in college with tuition   Take a listen I drop knowledge like a teacher   An ill preacher preaching a sermon   I been learning how to sing along with the dead man's song   He's got an X in his head so I know what side he's on   And brain dead people always say right on   They got 10 on the weed cause we all high arms   We let bygones be bygones and then dismiss   Your wack ass bitches in the abyss   Fuck the diss   Cause you let your colors show too many times   It goes way deeper than rhymes   Fuck a beat cause I rock accapella   Crazy ass fella   Used to fuck Cinderella    In the back of the pumpkin coach   Smoking roach after roach   Fuck her all night    And in the mornin make me French toast   Coast to coast    Drop knowledge like a teacher   I.S.I. in this bitch we play the preachers      (Chorus x2)   If you think somebody's dissin you they probably are   So far all I been hearin is player hatin